Jiangnan Senior Two Composition 1 Jiangnan is good, the scenery is old and familiar, the river is as red as fire at sunrise, and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you forget Jiangnan? The heart often flows into the south of the Yangtze River with the stream ―― it is the inner sustenance of the literati and poets and the hometown of their dreams.
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Jiangnan has a reputation of "rich products, outstanding people and outstanding people" since ancient times. Jiangnan has its beautiful moments, its beautiful talents and its lingering love stories, but it is also a place where heroes come forth in large numbers. It is said that "Zi Dian" and other swords are all from the armory of General Wang of Jiangnan. Handsome talents are like flying meteors, and talented people are like clouds.
The beauty of Jiangnan lies in water. Under the clear sky, a river of smoke and water complements the mountains on the shore; The two sides of the strait are densely populated and connected by eaves; Lotus is everywhere in Qiu Guang, Ji Xiang is in Sha Ou, swimming in the brocade scale; The coast is green ... there is no place that has nothing to do with water, and there is no smart and beautiful place. Its beauty flows at the foot of the green hills and walks through fertile land and beautiful bamboo forests. "Guazhou Ferry Mountain is like a wave, and the sails are full of Huai Yu flow." There are waterfalls and clear springs in the mountains-water has nourished everything in the south of the Yangtze River since ancient times.
When it comes to water, we have to mention the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. It is better to use "cloud to mountain, cloud to mountain picturesque." The mountain is bright because of the cloud, and the cloud * * * competes with the mountain "is the most appropriate description. For example, Qixialing in Hangzhou, Huiji Mountain in Shaoxing and Hengshan Mountain in Hengyang are all majestic and tall. Someone once said: "Jiangnan is beautiful, don't cross the river." "I don't think so. If there are no mountains, where will there be water? Where is the spring rain when the east wind decays? The waterfalls in the mountains are deep and moist, and the rapids at the foot of the mountain are surging. It is the branch blood of raising mountains, and that mountain is the root of water dependence. Red flowers need green leaves to set off, and so do mountains and rivers. Without one, Jiangnan will lose a rhyme. Without green hills, there would be no water show. This is especially true in Jiangnan.
"Roll incense wind miles bead curtain. The painting boat is far away from the sky, and the wine flag is felt outside the wind. I love to kill Jiangnan! " "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below". Suzhou and Hangzhou are the pride of Jiangnan. "To compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup." There is a lyric:
Look at Ming Lake, six bridges lock indium water.
The tower shadows are uneven, and the original paintings come and go.
Two rows of willows, long banks dyed green.
R The wind is warm and the flute is melodious again.
Looking around the green hills and mountains,
The mountains are empty, with bamboo and wood charming posture.
Exploring ancient caves is misty.
It was raining at dusk, and the bell rang outside the forest again.
Great lakes and mountains stand here, specializing in natural beauty.
The lake is clear and blue and the mountains are green.
Sunny, sunny, with a strange rain color.
Beautiful makeup is better than calligraphy, and heavy makeup is always appropriate.
I think the lyrics describe the scenery of the West Lake, and the more beautiful the music, the better. But it is more appropriate to describe Jiangnan: the beauty of Jiangnan lies in nature.
"It's refreshing to go to Dengsi Building, forgetting to leave wine in the wind, and it's refreshing." To appreciate the beauty of Jiangnan, just look at her surface, as if she had drugged herself and satisfied her desire for beauty by speaking.
Jiangnan has beautiful water and beautiful customs. "The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll a bead curtain." I think it is not an exaggeration for Du Mu to praise Jiangnan people with such a poem. The ripples there are full of infinite romantic feelings. Taohuadu of Qinhuai River, Mo Chounv of Mochou Lake ... and the bright moon of Huishan and the broken bridge of West Lake ... The landscape in the south of the Yangtze River also gave birth to many heroes. Gou Jian, who tried his best, Xiang Yu, who burned his bridges, and Yue Fei, who was loyal to the country ... People with lofty ideals in the south of the Yangtze River wrote many heroic and passionate poems with their lives and blood. Many poets, their poems are still heroic, but full of sadness and sadness, still touching. "When you are drunk, look at the sword and dream back to the corner." "Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream." "Thirty fame, dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon." "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving Dan's heart to shine." Modern Lu Xun has a sharp writing style and a sweet bing Xin. ...
Great rivers and mountains are so beautiful that they are not only good at natural beauty, but also good at humanistic beauty. Really beautiful! No wonder Zhang Ximeng sincerely lamented that he loved to kill Jiangnan. At this point, my heart has flown to the south of the Yangtze River with flowing water, a land with beautiful mountains and rivers.
Jiangnan high school composition 2 summer night is quiet, January shadow is ashamed and cold; The night wind caressed the window, and Conan dreamed of Jiangnan. Wake up in a bar, the heart belongs to the phoenix.
Leaning alone in the porch window, holding a handful of green tea, looking at the south of the Yangtze River, looking at the rain at night, lonely and drifting in the autumn, bleak and drifting with the tide. It must be the sudden arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival. On rainy days, it is rare to be in Phoenix during the National Day.
The awning tore a series of reluctant cracks, as if it had been voluntarily sprinkled with the afterglow that Na Yue had never seen with others. As the sun sets, the remnant rainbow wanders quietly in the embrace of Tuojiang River, with a touch of delicate purple hanging around the corner.
The grass buds in Wu Chao's deep valley stood in the slow southeast wind and sang innocently. It must be the breath of autumn. On rainy days, the beating rain drops on the classical eaves in the south of the Yangtze River and on the courtyard walls covered with ivy. The breeze blew, and the faint fragrance of jasmine was refreshing. In the dead of night, sometimes there is rain and dew, and the rain hits the banana leaves, and I don't know how many times it rains. ...
The tea garden is full of weeping willows and blue sky is full of flowers. After a thousand turns, the river man fell down, but he still said he didn't stay. Today it is as bright as water, as bright as the moon, and the bridge is wide and cold. Thousands of times, morning glory has come all the way, but the beautiful image has stopped.
Silent night, silently staring at the sly moon, but the sweetness is that half the moon swims in the lingering clouds. Close to the edge of a period of time, always look back at the path we met in the border town. That path, full of green, is full of grass, birds and flowers, and lush water plants. Some traces, some lines, walk along the rough bark, but they walk on my heart and my capillaries. ...
Pick a thin pen, write a clear speech, shallow cook a curved West Lake Moon, and gently hold a handful of snow between your eyebrows. When the blue is like smoke and the Milky Way rises, I will lean over and draw a building and wait for you in the cold light of candlelight. Autumn fog is drunk and bleak, but the shadow is thin. Yue Yun no longer dreamed of the morning glow and sighed that it was rare in Qiu Lai, Yuzhou. Misty rain and wind are blowing, and I don't see Qing Yan. The Iraqis went to look for willows, but said it rained at night in the autumn pool.
However, the economy in the eastern part of Phoenix is lit up and lonely, and there is nowhere to put memories. I used to be lonely, and I don't want to hide in heaven without you. By the independent bridge, the wind blows all over the sleeves, making it difficult for people to sleep, and the flying stars spread grievances, and the ceremony is like a dream, which only increases infinite melancholy. Shake off your thoughts, invite the bright moon to drink and sing a song about wine. Who knocked over the cabinets of previous lives and got into trouble? Words of fate, dreams of several souls. Autumn in my heart always makes people cry.
Do you remember that this year, those elegant and chic little broken flowers that we woven in Phoenix released their hearts unscrupulously on the roadside in autumn, as if trying to accommodate dreams, sunshine and breezes, which brought not only exaggeration, but also a sense of silence that was suffocating. Memories, memories When I was lonely, tears fell unconsciously. I never knew that tears could fall so silently, but it just dripped down my face on the back of my hand and palm …
Looking at the streets of the ancient city, I was sad and confused. The vows of the past were similar, and the river sang loudly in the tortuous progress under the guidance of the river. I read in my mind that I know how to appreciate, so the full moon is a painting and the lack of the moon is a poem.
Wandering in the ancient city, I didn't see the phoenix nirvana, but just listened to the overture of the border town, saying that we have pledged our vows. The afterglow is beautiful and the river is like practice. The moon sets on the Milky Way, it's cold and silent, and Jiang Feng is on fire, so I just can't sleep. Play the harp, but the lyrics are empty. Cherish, thyme cuckoo, dew thick a few rules. A little love never makes people cry. It's too late to say goodbye. Looking forward to breaking the road tomorrow, Wutong mirror dreams back. When it's warm and cold, the geese will die in the autumn wind. Even if there is a thousand turns, I will talk to the Iraqis!
Listen, the flute outside the post is getting louder and louder. You are dreaming, touching and warm. This is exactly what you and I once agreed. ...